Northern continued to watch from behind as the man shuffled the bowls with a speed he would have commended, given that it was coming from a mundane.
'How can such an ordinary man move his hands so fast?'
It was amusing. This was no talent—if it had been, Aoi would have asked if he was willing to copy it.
This was simply the man moving his hands. His own physical prowess, honed over years. Northern found that genuinely interesting. Low rank Drifters compensating for their lack of strength and skill through sheer repetition and dedication. There was something almost admirable about it.
The man finally came to a stop and looked at Northern once more before focusing on Roma.
Roma sat there squinting her eyes at all three bowls, her nose scrunched in concentration. Northern leaned in and spoke to her. The man's frown deepened slightly as he watched this exchange—the same exchange that had cost him several rounds already.
Roma pointed straight to the one in the middle.
